he lips,
smoothed her black hair for a moment with her delicate hand, half smiled
through her tears as she thought that after this indication of affection
she should have such a pleasant intercourse with her sister, and then
pushed her softly away, saying,
"Mr. Dinks is waiting for you, Fanny."
Fanny said nothing, but drew her veil over her face, and Mr. Dinks handed
her into the carriage.
CHAPTER XXXV.
MOTHER-IN-LAW AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW.
Mrs. Dinks and Hope Wayne sat together in their lodgings, waiting
impatiently for Alfred's return. They were both working busily, and said
little to each other. Mrs. Dinks had resolved to leave New York at the
earliest possible moment. She waited only to have a clear explanation
with her son. Hope Wayne was also waiting for an explanation. She was
painfully curious to know why Alfred Dinks had told his mother that they
were engaged. As her Aunt Dinks looked at her, and saw how noble and
lofty her beauty was, yet how simple and candid, she was more than ever
angry with her, because she felt that it was impossible she should ever
have loved Alfred.
They heard a carriage in the street. It stopped at the door. In a moment
the sound of a footstep was audible.
"My dear, I wish to speak to Alfred alone. I hear his step," said Mrs.
Dinks.
"Yes, aunt," answered Hope Wayne, rising, and taking her little basket
she moved toward the door. Just as she reached it, it opened, and Alfred
Dinks and Fanny Newt entered. Hope bowed, and was passing on.
"Stop, Hope!" whispered Alfred, excitedly.
She turned at the door and looked at her cousin, who, with uncertain
bravado, advanced with Fanny to his mother, who was gazing at them in
amazement, and said, in a thick, hurried voice,
"Mother, this is your daughter Fanny--my wife--Mrs. Alfred Dinks."
As she heard these words Hope Wayne went out, closing the door behind
her, leaving the mother alone with her children.
Mrs. Dinks sat speechless in her chair for a few moments, staring at
Alfred, who looked as if his legs would not long support him, and at
Fanny, who stood calmly beside him. At length she said to Alfred,
"Is that woman really your wife?"
"Yes, 'm," replied the new husband.
"What are you going to support her with?"
"I have my allowance," said Alfred, in a very small voice.
"Mrs. Alfred Dinks, your husband's allowance is six hundred dollars a
year from his father. I wish you joy."
There was a sarcasti
|